But I don’t let the tears fall just yet,
Hidden they remain behind my eyelids
Rest they do heavily on my lower lashes
A burden painful that I don’t let fall.
Pains wash and paint the depth of my soul
With a harsh brush and a palette of charcoal
That which emanates from the pyre of your shadow
Assaults my nostrils as I struggle to breathe.
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